Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Don't let the title fool you! I do not have a thing for older guys old enough to be my father. While I did grow up with an absentee father, I have not sexualized that void by making myself available only to older guys. I'll address my personal manifestation from my absentee father in another post. Anyway, when I say that I love daddies, I'm talking about hot guys who have had sex with a woman, with the result being him fathering a child.

When I think about how:

He put his bare cock inside her,

Therefore, her bare flesh rubbed against his dick

So then 2 bare natural tools for sex rubbed against each other

To the point that they caused him to orgasm and shoot out cum

And the sperm in that cum swam inside her body

All to create a child

....It is all such a turn-on that it makes me want a shot at it.

Now, before the condom police try getting on my case, if you don't know by now my position on bareback sex, then take note of the pic on the right of this blog about "CHOICE". With that said, I'm man enough to deal with the results that might happen (or may already have happened) as a result of taking this kink all the way. I'm sure many guys feel the same way. Plus, with the recent more public knowledge of Truvada as PrEP, I'm sure many are taking advantage, whether I say to or not.

After all, the real purpose of semen is to be the male's addition to the process of pro-creation. It's just that us sexual nature geeks who happen to be gay have something else about males to enjoy. It may also explain why when gay males have bareback sex, they often refer to the top cumming in the bottom as "breeding". I personally hate that term because while it is the same act, I associate "breeding" more with animals, and not humans. Plus, I love the word "cum". And not just the word "cum", but also all of its properties. Its feel, Its taste. Its smell. I love the smell so much that if a guy cums on me, definitely if we're at my place, I'll sleep with his jizz on me. At his place, it's up to him.

This brings us back to the aforementioned bullet list of sequences in straight sex. Each bullet on that list can have a pronoun or name of a body part replaced to instead refer to anal sex with a gay/bi male, except for the creation of a child. We males can't do that, and are happier for it. That doesn't mean that finding pleasure in the instinct of cum being for pro-creation isn't in us males. For those of us who partake of a man shooting his jizz inside us do so out of loving the thought that like in sex with a woman, his sperm - a part of him is alive and remains inside us after he pulls out. A fact a raw top's ego is boosted by.

Don't think this kink means I'm recanting my stance against recruiting straight guys. I'm not. I know that the only way this kink can come to fruition is for me to be with a father who is an out & proud bisexual, or a guy who came to realize he was gay/bi after becoming a father. With guys who as far as I know who are totally straight, my respect of nature will only allow this kink of mine to live in fantasies.

With all of that said, if you're wondering if I have ever had the opportunity to have bareback sex with someone who was a father by natural means,...not only is the answer YES. But you may have seen me already have hot sex with him....

It's my playmate from "Why It's WE Fuck".

His revelation that he was a father was one he made to me soon after we first hooked-up. Now, in that video, you can clearly see a condom. But a few hook-ups later, he did shoot that fathering load into my ass. With me tightening around his cock during his orgasm to get out every last drop of his cum. But this time, instead of filling a condom with sperm-rich semen....For a time, his ejaculation filled me with a bunch of his "Mini-Me's".

Sunday, September 13, 2015

I wrote the above post on Facebook on August 31, 2015. It was after numerous instances over the years of seeing the behavior mentioned in that post perpetrated by White guys. Behavior that is so out of hand that during a trip to the backroom of a bar that very night, I saw 3 instances of sexual White entitlement. With me as the target of 2 of those instances...2 PITIFUL instances. And here they are:

Pity #1
I was at an underwear party observing some backroom action. The guys in the action were hot, and they both seemed to like the buffet of men. For while their main focus was each other, they each allowed others in. One of them however allowed more guys in than the other, and I became one of those "more guys". With that being the case, I stuck around. Actually, I kind of had no choice because part of how I became that "more" was by the more inclusive hottie grabbing hold of my hard dick every now and then.

Suddenly, this White guy comes over from my left, and tries to literally repeatedly bump me out of the way. In response, I solidified my weight. The fact that I weigh only 145 lbs, and he outweighed me by at least 30 lbs., and still wasn't able to move me shows just how strong I am. Since I wasn't so desperate, I could have easily let him please his social ineptitude and desperation, but since I'm all about studying people, I wanted to see how far he would go. He would not let up. I, one of the only 2 Black guys there (and smaller of the 2) possessed the spot he was willing to challenge someone for, while more convenient ones were possessed by other Whites. Never mind the fact that if he got pass me, the guy he was gunning to suck on had his back to him. So once I finally got tired of making him a test dummy for my observations, I let him through. Now, you didn't think this violation of my personal space and prize that is my body would go unpunished, did you? Hence why as soon as he dropped to the floor to suck like a savage on the guy who was occasionally fondling me, I made everyone laugh at him when I said for all to hear while shaking my head, "Desperation ain't cute."

A bit later, I could feel some eyes on me. It turned out being Mr. Desperation. Taking so long to get his thoughts together that I forgot all about him. I didn't even notice when he got up off the floor until he awakened me to his presence saying, "You said desperation ain't cute. Well, neither is cockblocking."

This proves his delusional sense of entitlement. For when is it "cockblocking" when someone stands their ground against you because you're not your target's boyfriend, and you're pushing that someone to get to that target? So I replied, "Me, cockblocking?! Bitch, your socially inept, desperate ass shoved me!"

Like I said, childish. And not only childish, but also dishonest. For if my ass did stink. How would he know. He was nowhere near it. As I said before, he busted into the area totally from my left. When I responded out loud with this recall of his desperate entry, he shut up. However, from that point on, if looks could kill, someone would have died, but it wouldn't have been me. Because I could care less of his attempt at intimidation, which with his sense of sexual White entitlement only angered him more.

In addition to that, my calling him out in front of all the guys there made it so that even if he wasn't consciously aware, the only ones who would play with him after that were those just as desperate as him, if not more so. The problem is while misery usually loves company, desperate people don't want another desperate person as their 1st choice. They initially want someone unlike themselves - someone confident enough in what they have to offer to show freedom of choice. But my exchange with him snatched that phony mask of self-confidence off his face, then crushed it. And the sadist I become when you overstep your bounds enjoyed every second of the hell my honest words put him in.

Pity #2
Later on in the night, a White couple I saw walk in earlier came to that backroom area. I wasn't sure, but I thought when they walked into the bar that they were checking me out. When they came to the backroom, it was confirmed. For while one was sucking off another guy, the other was sucking on a brown-haired White guy and after seeing me from his side-eye, simultaneously reached into my jockstrap to start sucking on my dick. So he was sucking on me and the White guy. I touched on the other cocksuckee, and he was non-responsive. So I left him alone. Since he obviously didn't want to share (especially with me), he left in a huff. With him gone, once my cocksucker's partner saw he had me, that partner took a break from the cock he was sucking to give my cock a double-teamed suck.

As this progressed, I eventually went down on both of them, and the cocksucking went back and forth between the 3 of us. Then the partner who was joined in last went to the seats across from us to play with guys over there, which was less than 5 feet away, while me and his partner kept playing.

Then the brown-haired White guy came back interrupting us. He was trying to get my playmate to come with him. This is when the racism driving attitudes of sexual White entitlement make the guilty step on the toes of another White guy. For when dealing with a couple, you have to first acknowledge their dynamic and play rules. I could obviously see that this couple had the rules of being able to play separately, but stay in the same area. So while his partner was playing a few feet away, I knew my playmate wasn't going anywhere. And I'm not such a narcissistic bastard that I felt it was out of obligation to me. I was well aware that it was out of obligation to his partner. His obligation to his partner just happened to work to my advantage...and that White guy's bruised ego.

Too bad that White guy (who came back a number of times) was so self-involved, and full of such a false sense of sexual entitlement that he never realized he was overstepping. Overstepping that even though he did not succeed, Karma will bite him hard in the ass (and maybe his dick) for trying so many times out of sheer undeserving arrogance.

The cause of these instances lie in the pages of gay media rags, gay porn, gay nightlife and the magazines and websites promoting all of them. And it's not just Whites who can be found with such a false sense of their sex appeal and their worth to the ccommunity. Some ligh-complexioned Latinos and tall, dark-skinned, gym-bodied Black males - in short, those epitomized in gay media as the best of each ethnicity, tend to also exhibit these traits. But it's more seen in Whites. Proof of this is seen by how many of the complaints we have about our community can be seen in those sources parading the aforementioned as the best there is. But who runs those sources? Mainly racist White males, who if they claim to like people of color at all are more quick to fetishize them. And who are the other people of color who should be speaking on this issue staying quiet to appease? Their fellow sellout people of color, and...racist White males.

That's why people like me are their worst nightmare. For my responses (in words and actions) like in the aforementioned incidents bring them back to the reality that they know, but don't want to face about themselves...In sex appeal, or wisdom, they are NOT the best there is.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

If you open your mouth or exercise actions to show that you feel a certain color or ethnicity could not possibly have someone you find sexually attractive, then you are practicing sexual racism.

Now, if you open your mouth or exercise actions to show that you find all colors and ethnicities beautiful, but maybe drawn to one more than the others, then that is sexual preference.

However, while the latter of those 2 shows better character, there maybe a degree of racism fueling one's preference. Hence why this argument of the difference between "racism" and "preference" keeps waging on. I will be the first to admit that based on the racism I have felt towards Black males because of so many bad instances done by them since my birth, I ask myself every time I turn down a Black guy's advances if it's from that racism. Or is my preference for guys my color and lighter from an honest place. Well, I must honestly say that some of the past advances in person and online that I turned down from Black guys were done with that prejudice in my heart.

So what gives me the right to point a "Shame On You" finger at some of you readers?...The fact that I'm admitting my mistake, and took enough of a look at myself to correct it, and fight it when circumstances put it on the verge of resurfacing. That's why now, my turning down the advances of Blacks come more from an honest place. Now, the same ineptitude in social skills that has caused my turning down of Whites causes me to turn down Blacks, instead of that plus color. Hence how the following story came about....

At this sex party, every Black guy so far had done the same thing that has prevented me from finding a sexy Black male to play with for so long. Breaking a rule I have repeatedly said in posts about sex party etiquette---Sure he would look at me, but instead of waiting for me to return a glance, he would grab either my arm, but usually my ass. Either way, it was bad form. And had happened so often that I thought I was near crossing Black guys off as possible prospects for playmates, therefore never as boyfriends, and therefore never as a husband. Mind you, I was never specifically looking for a Black male, or any male of any specific color. When I go to a sex party, I always look for a connection, not about horniness, but a mutual lust for each other. This observation of color/ethnicity is an after thought that comes when I tally up the various colors and ethnicities I have spent my time with, and why such is the case.

I had some fun during the night. Then later during the last couple of hours of the party, just as I was on the verge of calling it a night, this Black guy walked pass me and stopped. Because of his dark skin, and the extremely dim light, I could hardly see him, which frustrated me. Because the vibe I felt was that he was not like every Black guy before him. He was someone I would enjoy. For starters, he followed my rule of sex party etiquette by waiting for my return glance before making a physical move.

For after he stopped, I looked back at him, and in spite of my apprehension about trusting that vibe, I did what I hadn't done to any other Black guy during the course of the night. I let him get closer, and reciprocated his advances. He touched on my chest. I touched on his. He had a nice chiseled chest, then my hands went down his torso to feel his six-pack abs. By this time, his hands had already went down my torso, did a fondle of my dick and balls, and finally stationed on massaging my ass.

We then started kissing. Each second got more passionate. To the point that he lifted my right leg to his side, then I wrapped it around his muscular left thigh. He took that as an opportunity to take my left leg so I would wrap it around his right thigh. So I was now wrapped around him, and we continued kissing. We were almost near the walkway of the area, so he picked me up and put my back up against the wall as we continued making out. We then knew that this much making out at a sex party made us having sex becoming a must. He wanted my ass, and I badly wanted his cock. And whatever position we fucked in, I needed to be able to feel that body. So if he didn't make it that way, I was determined to maneuver the situation that we did not end up doing doggy style.

He carried me to this weird apparatus in the club. It slanted downward. He put me down on my back with my head directed towards the floor. There was a little step on it that he got on, and as his silhouette hovered over me, I prepped my ass for his entry, because his cock couldn't get in me fast enough. Although because of my earlier encounters with Black guys that night, in parties past, and online, who imitated the most known Blacks in gay porn, who are the worst representation of us, I wondered if I was jumping the gun in wanting him inside me so bad. But I trusted my instinct about the initial vibe, relaxed my tight hole, and let him in.

He slowly put his cock inside me, and the further inside he went, the more my nerves tingled with pleasure. And once he was all the way in and started thrusting, I started touching his body. Feeling the build up of sweat on his chest, abs, and flexing-from-thrusting round ass made my nerves tingle more than I thought possible. So I didn't feel like I was the White boy in every porn scene I've ever come across with Bobby Blake, Diesel Washington, Cutler X, and the like - with a Black male's dick as the fist, and my body as the punching bag using sex to take out some historical rage towards slavery times. This made every thrust of his cock into my ass lessen my fear that my vibe about him was wrong. In fact, because of being rid of that fear, I don't know how many times I yelled "Holy fuck!!!!" as he pounded away at me. But the other patrons sure knew. For I noticed that with each of my yells of "Holy fuck!!!!", more guys came over. Making me see more and more silhouettes over my playmate's shoulder, instead of the part of the club I saw when I was first put on that apparatus.

By the time he orgasmed in my ass, all of his actions made sex with him not be about finally having sex with a Black male. It was about having great sex with a well-mannered, civilized man. It ended up being the best sex I had all night. To which I basked in it for a bit, then got my clothes and went home.

I don't know where my head was as to why I didn't get his number. Because he definitely has a dick I should call upon when I want to be a hungry power bottom. After all, he liked taking my ass, but what makes me want replays is because my vibe was right. Even though his look and body fit the gay media-induced mold of what constitutes as a "beautiful Black man", his actions didn't play the porn-induced concept of an overly aggressive Black male. For he wasn't about holding me down and making me a total submissive, and forbidding me to touch his ass. He also had no problem with letting me show my hunger by me using my ass to grind on and squeeze his cock.

My point in all of this is that breaking away from what you call "your preference" doesn't hurt if the vibe is right. And NEVER let your friends, gay media, or porn dictate it to you (like they probably have so far). Let your heart, mind, body, and soul guide you to that connection. Be that connection for a night, or for life.